It seemed desperately cruel to me at the time. It was one thing to lose my mother at a young age. It was quite another to lose my dad. He was my mento... and someone I looked up to as a role model. Dad was a half-owner in a very successful specialty wood finishing company. He wasn’t a millionaire, but he was very well off and as a result of his death, I was now able to pick and choose a career. I had just graduated from the University of British Columbia with a Bachelor of Arts. As I was quickly. I was furious and wanted to leave as fast as I could. Ted followed me only to see me heading toward the front door. "Wait, Joe" he cried."Wait for what?" said I as I turned around. "Just what do you want me to wait for?" I want to talk to you" replied Ted."You? You? You want to talk to me?" Yes, I do. What is your problem?" My problem? You don't see what the problem is? Well, I will tell you what the problem is. All these years, we have been friends; I thought you were my best friend. I told. "Goodnight, Ben." She laid down and turned away from me. I took the hint and left her room, dropping the jizz soaked towel in her hamper. I went to my room, threw on a robe, and headed to the bathroom to clean up before bed. As I passed Rachel's room, I heard an unmistakable sound. I put my ear to the door and heard the sounds of my sister masturbating. I pushed the door, and it swung open silently. She was laying on her bed, naked, with one hand between her legs and the other one alternating. “Everything in the world ends up in sex if you come to think of it, doesn’t it?!” I replied.“How long you’ve been thinking of this idea, Tim?” Sandy asked.“Just now really, but I’ve been thinking of you for quite a while!” I replied and she blushed more.“OK get the door of the lab! We don’t want any audience, do we?!” she demanded.I rushed to the door, quickly locked it or so I thought, and came back. I put my hands on my crotch, slowly unzipped, and struggled with pulling my penis as it was.